Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Technical Guide For Women-The 'Famous' Guy's Language

MEN LANGUAGE

WHAT IT REALLY MEANS IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE

I'm going fishing

I'm going to drink myself dangerously stupid and stand by a stream with a stick in my hand, while the fish swim by in complete safety

It's a guy thing

There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical

Can I help with dinner?

Why isn't it already on the table?

Uh huh, Sure, honey, or Yes, dear

Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned response

It would take too long to explain

I have no idea how it works

I'm getting more exercise lately

The batteries in the remote are dead

We're going to be late

Now I have a legitimate excuse to drive like a maniac

Take a break, honey, you're working too hard

I can't hear the game over the vacuum cleaner

That's interesting, dear

Are you still talking?

Honey, we don't need material things to prove our love

I forgot our anniversary again

You expect too much of me

You want me to stay awake?

That's women's work

It's difficult, dirty, and thankless

You know how bad my memory is

I remember the theme song to 'F Troop', the address of the first girl I ever kissed and the Vehicle Identification Numbers of every car I've ever owned, but I forgot your birthday

Oh, don't fuss. I just cut myself, it's no big deal

I have severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I'm hurt

I do help around the house

I once put a dirty towel in the laundry basket

Hey, I've got my reasons for what I'm doing

I sure hope I think of some reasons pretty soon

I can't find it

It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless

What did I do this time?

What did you catch me doing?

I heard you

I haven't the foggiest clue what you just said, and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don't spend the next days yelling at me

You look terrific

Oh, God, please don't try on one more outfit. I'm starving

I missed you

I can't find my sock drawer, the kids are hungry and we are out of toilet paper

I'm not lost. I know exactly where we are

I'm lost. I have no idea where we are, and no one will ever see us alive again.

We share the housework

I make the messes, you clean them up

This relationship is getting too serious

You're cutting into the time I spend with my truck

I don't need to read the instructions

I am perfectly capable of screwing it up without printed help

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